Money Machine Madness Songtext

I'm like pay-per-view baby, I'm prime time
I go dumb on a bitch, I'm a wise guy
Stuck in the studio, I'm higher than Wi-Fi
Been sippin' lean, man I said that the last time
Broke that bitch heart, then she call me the bad guy
Big dick in the Glock and my pants about to sag out
He is not gang, that boy is a mascot
My dope La Flame and they calling me Trav Scott
My bitches thick with her pants, her ass out
Free my lil' bro, they sent him a sentence
This silk on my body, your bitch wanna feel it
That Glock on my hip make it burn like a skillet
The Wock' in my cup and my blunt taste like Skittles
He think he sick but they call me the illest
I just took a Perc', [?] for the villains
They comin' to get him, the bullets, they hit him
In love with my bitch, I think I need ten of 'em
In school I'm a [?] and the Perkys, I drill 'em
My brother a druggie, these 30s'll split him
[?] but I think I can't feel it I'm fucking on her but not having a feelin'

I put the money inside a machine
It count it up and I count it again
Tell her to meet me right after the show
She hit the door when I fuck on a fan
BAPE on my body, go ape on my ho
Ain't let me in so I kicked down the door
Throwin' up money, they sweepin' the floor
He tried to match, now he goin' out broke